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Anyways Move Action to follow followed by a Standard Action to Attack with the Bo Staff. With a roll of...invisiblecastle still down.

Have a post ready, invisible castle is just being boo right now. But one more question is the short distance less than the 5 ft. before it becomes a move action or less than 10 ft. in the case of Omen's range with his staff.

Considering the post is taunt as a move action followed by an attack. Just need to know before I actually post.

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I'll go with spending it on finding the fire extinguisher. Oh and sorry for the delay between my latest replies. Holidays and all.

Did the shot hit?

Hmmm depends on what the apartment has still intact. Fire Extinguishers and safety axes probably won't do much to help out. Chances are the safest bet would probably gonna end up burning up a HP and just trying to break through the door with the flaming debris after not finding anything to help.

Ignorance is bliss. Not that lack of ignorance would've helped him.

If he had full range of motion, Omen could have tried getting in from one of the room's windows or even the collapsed part of the room itself. That wasn't an option and there was no need to focus on the have nots. "I'll be right in don't worry." Trying to kick the door that was a blocked off by by the burning ceiling wasn't too endearing of an option either. But if push came to shove he'd do what he needed to do, and it'd probably hurt. A lot.

Instead of rushing right in, Omen began to frantically look around the floor for some way at least put out the flames immediate to the door seeing as the sprinklers had obviously failed their explosive test. A fire extinguisher would be the most likely source of relief. Although, Erick wouldn't complain if he came across a wet standpipe.

I'm assuming the untrained meant treating the skill check as if he was untrained in Streetwise so only using his int bonus. And Omen's oblivious with a 5.

Omen didn't buy it. Well at least not completely, the man trailed off much too much for his personal taste. Still he had assumed as much from the man, it was actually the reason he had backed off to give him the room to move the stairwell without interruption. Erick's blue eyes looked brightly down at the man in the suit. "Sorry although I know this guy would love to hear otherwise, I have to be sure."

He was glad that the man in the suit was at least healthy enough to finish the trek out of the building alone. Smoke rising was a basic concept to understand so at the very least the guy's cough would be less of an issue. "Welp, time to keep going." Erick wasn't waiting around for a response from the Russian either. He immediately began moving to enter the smoke filled area intent on searching for the supposedly burnt woman.

A sinking feeling began to take over. He was readily hoping that they hadn't been too slow to act. Dry swallowing he began to call out once more, "Hello! Can anyone here me? If you can hear the sound of my voice please respond I'm here to help!"

And we come upon the magical number of...15.

Turning his head towards the Russian Omen whispered in a low hush, "Nobody asked your opinion on the matter. If you have nothing helpful to say shut your mouth." The blonde teen would then turn to face the large man directly in front of his chest. His cough was worrisome, but he still maintained a healthy appearance which was a good start.

Omen continued to maintain his calm facade as he tried to get a word in edgewise. "No one's going out any windows sir. The stairs are sturdy enough to get out as long as you don't try to go up any higher. Bit of a structural problem. I will make sure you get out of here safely you have to trust that. But you've got tell me did you see anyone else on this floor?"

He wasn't surprised that the Russian continued to give him trouble. If something like fear of death was enough to slow a Russian down then Erick was in the wrong line of work. Unfortunately, the man in the suit might be a bit too panicked to be a reliable source of information. Let alone stay in place. Still Omen had to play the cards dealt to him. As he waited for the man to answer Omen stepped back to give him some space for the stairwell.

Sure can do edited the post to have him doing some more.

Omen was thankful that the sturdiness of his body armor had continued to hold through. It probably helped that the guy had been a lousy shot up to this point. Although that last one certainly stung. Omen wasn't about to let a little thing like gunfire slow him down. Moving like a nighttime breeze Omen began to charge towards Driogano's underboss until he was within the man's range. As he swung the arm gripping onto the pistol Omen would somersault forward over the offending limb immediately tucking his body in and tumbling backwards upon landing opposite the man to end up back in front of him once more. He was hoping to use his movement to force an opening from the man.

Oh did, I not mention a definite target. Was meaning to feint towards Driogano since he was the one that tried to shoot at Omen. It probably got deleted while I was contemplating whether I should have feinted as a move action.

First thing's first using Omen's Hero Point to burn off that fatigue. Followed by using an Acrobatic Bluff to feint with a roll of 40 opposed by whatever is appropriate. If the results are successful then thanks to his Set-up feat King of Suits is free to take advantage of Omen's feinting.

While I could post without seeing if the feint is successful or not as it doesn't effect the action itself. I do get the feeling as if a post is missing. Namely KOS attacking with the bolos and the Underboss shooting.

That means I can play dramatic music in my head still.

Omen heard the sound of the building begining to give way overhead. Looking up at the at the oncoming debris his eyes began to widen with worry. Omen was quick to react and tackled the Russian down the stairs to avoid either of the pair getting crushed. "Have I told you that I really hate your plan yet? Because I think it's a good time to do that." Pulling himself off the man Omen had yet to forget why they were moving about the building. Resorting to a bit of humor to keep his mind focused he began to quip, "Let's call that the starting pistol then."

He felt a little insane trying to go back into the burning building. But the two of them weren't the only ones working on borrowed time. He hoped his Russian fashion accessory wouldn't give him much more trouble after almost getting crushed. Omen would proceed to begin tugging the large Russian along as he continued to make his way down the stairs. He had to put the near death experience out of his head as he moved for the entrance to the third floor. The young vigilante began to call out into the blazing floor, "Is anyone here?! Call out if anyone is on this third floor please!" He pleaded at the top of his lungs hoping to help cut the time needed to explore if by at least working with absolutes.

So I'm totally gonna push the Russian out of the way before saving my own skin...ended up with a 22. I'm hoping the first ten minutes hasn't passed.

The Russian man wasn't the only one feeling the heat. Omen was well aware of the temperature increase. His breath had been more shallow for a good while now. There was a good chance some of the sensation he was feeling was psychosomatic of course. Not that it made the situation any better. "Finally catching on? Yes I'm gonna risk my life for everyone here. And as long as you're attached so are you. So just shut up and be compliant and we'll make it out of here."

He hadn't addressed the part asking about how they would survive. To be frank their chances weren't great. Even ignoring the risks of smoke inhalation with his re-breather and dropping to a lower floor. They still had to stay on the top floor long enough to see if there was anyone around. Not to mention getting them out of the building. Omen's gameplan just like always would be to stay in motion. They needed to keep moving if they were to make it through this horrible buddy cop movie.

Hopefully the fire escape was still sturdy on the building. Actually, he was hopeful the entire building was sturdy. Once again he attempted to move towards the door positive that his new 'partner' would be more inclined to help out now that he realized they could die if he didn't participate. "Let's go already. We only have so much time."

Welp, Omen rolled a 23 for his Bluff.

Unless the Russian fancies him of course 8-)

Omen found the man's lack of regard for the lives of the other occupants of the building downright disgusting. It was simply reprehensible. "No. We're not going. No one burns alive. I don't care about your citizen's arrest. If you want to leave here it'll be after we get everyone else out. Then you we can quote unquote do the saving of the own skin." Growing more desperate at the sight of smoke Omen felt the time for having a philosophical rapport over human life was over. As such he twisted his hips inwards while putting more force into yet another tug of the handcuffs hoping to end the stalemate.

"Let's go already." He already knew this wasn't going to be an easy trek. He had no access to his natural acrobatics to begin with and there was no way Omen could make progress while being resisted at every turn. His costume wasn't exactly flame retardant either.

I'm assuming a STR contest will be coming then as Omen will probably give another tug out of stubornness.

I'm assuming a STR contest will be coming then as Omen will probably give another tug out of stubornness.

Keeping his fluency in Russian a secret Omen replied in a low growl, "Yes, you're a swell guy. Let's see who is arrested at the end of the day." He huffed as his body began getting soaked in water from the sprinklers. It did bring his attention to the plight of those screaming for help. Memories of the charred remained of Erick's parents once again flooded his mind. Without wasting a moment Omen began desperately tugging on his arm to try and lead the psychotic Russian by force. "You have what you want. So come on, we have to help those people." The situation continued to go from bad to worse with little sign of improvement.

Worst of all this guy thought he was a comedian. But Omen couldn't just try and pick the lock in the first place, the only thing that could possibly worsen the situation would be losing track of the large Russian. Although that didn't change the fact that the guy probably had a key on him. Omen just couldn't handle thinking through all the what ifs while the building was engulfed in flames.